Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, and the standard.
Here in paradise the sun is shining as usual, as it is in Jennifer’s great photo.
But not so much in my little tale.
The idea is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture below.

It has been raining non-stop for more than five weeks now.
The valleys and fields are long flooded, but still we frolic on the hilltops.
We don’t care about getting wet, and we have to run free.
Even more than the great cats, the dancing gazelles, the mighty buffalo, we treasure our liberty.
Almost every other creature has succumbed to his promises, but we do not believe him.
We see the messages left in the stones as they search everywhere.
But we will never be caged in a boat, no matter what Noah says.
We are different.
We are unicorns.

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About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered Paradise in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte d'Azur, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere.
His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success.
He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random.

I’m mighty late to the party this week, Ceayr, but better late…
This is simply delightful! I didn’t see the last line coming, as I imagined they were birds, waiting to alight… but the unicorn twist is wonderful! Lovely piece this week.

You are too kind, Isadora, I am dancing to your words here.
I would have written thousands more words, but Rochelle deals swiftly and harshly with any breach of her rules.
I could be punished severely, perhaps even smacked with a ripe banana.
Yes, she can be that merciless.

hahaha … Mmmm … a ripe banana can be quite messy but they are yummy too.
Yes, she does have her rules we must obey. Ahhh .. but the discipline I’m learning. I tend to be wordy – as you can see by my comments – so I need her strict ruler. 😁

Absolutely loved this. At second glance, I’m reading hidden meaning attached to the unicorns, tied up with new life/resurrection symbolism. Is that your intention, or me getting too deeply into it? Either way, if they’re magical or otherwise, I welcome their presence in the story.

First of all, Sarah, thank you, I am happy you enjoyed my little tale.
Secondly, everything about the unicorn is magical, especially for us Scots, for whom it is our national symbol.
And, as many of us are aware, they are not extinct, merely gambolling happily in the sunshine of our imaginations.

Although I live down south, I have Scottish ancestors (Highlanders and Lowlanders, their clans once at war with each other). It probably took the sunshine and magic of unicorns to make the two sides lay down their weapons!

My youngest granddaughter is a unicorn – a purple one in fact. I wouldn’t just tell anyone this, but as you can probably see her, you need to know. Great take on the prompt, the advantage of being a writer, you can go anywhere. 🙂

Reblogged this on anelephantcant and commented:
AnElephantCant spend a day without swimming
It keeps his skin soft and cools his hot blood
He loves a cold shower
Has one every hour
But he is not so sure that he wants to splash about in a flood